The Plays of William Shakspeare: In Fifteen Volumes. With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators. To which are Added NotesT. Longman, 1793 |
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... hand than that of our author . Of this hiftorical drama there is a fubfequent edition in 1611 , printed for John Helme , whofe name appears before none of the genuine pieces of Shakspeare . I admitted this play fome years ago as our ...
... hand than that of our author . Of this hiftorical drama there is a fubfequent edition in 1611 , printed for John Helme , whofe name appears before none of the genuine pieces of Shakspeare . I admitted this play fome years ago as our ...
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... hand , Thy nephew , and right royal fovereign . K. JOHN . What follows , if we difallow of this ? CHAT . The proud control of fierce and bloody war , To enforce these rights fo forcibly withheld . K. JOHN . Here have we war for war ...
... hand , Thy nephew , and right royal fovereign . K. JOHN . What follows , if we difallow of this ? CHAT . The proud control of fierce and bloody war , To enforce these rights fo forcibly withheld . K. JOHN . Here have we war for war ...
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... hand Of Coeur - de - lion knighted in the field . K. JOHN . What art thou ? ROB . The fon and heir to that fame Faulcon- bridge . K. JOHN . Is that the elder , and art thou the heir ? You came not of one mother then , it seems . BAST ...
... hand Of Coeur - de - lion knighted in the field . K. JOHN . What art thou ? ROB . The fon and heir to that fame Faulcon- bridge . K. JOHN . Is that the elder , and art thou the heir ? You came not of one mother then , it seems . BAST ...
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... hand ; My father gave me honour , yours gave land : - Now bleffed be the hour , by night or day , When I was got , fir Robert was away . 3 unto the death . ] This expreffion ( a Gallicifm , -à la mort ) is common among our ancient ...
... hand ; My father gave me honour , yours gave land : - Now bleffed be the hour , by night or day , When I was got , fir Robert was away . 3 unto the death . ] This expreffion ( a Gallicifm , -à la mort ) is common among our ancient ...
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... hand . He , that perforce robs lions of their hearts , May easily win a woman's . Ay , my mother , With all my heart I thank thee for my father ! Who lives and dares but say , thou didst not well When I was got , I'll fend his foul to ...
... hand . He , that perforce robs lions of their hearts , May easily win a woman's . Ay , my mother , With all my heart I thank thee for my father ! Who lives and dares but say , thou didst not well When I was got , I'll fend his foul to ...
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